Cut ... it ...!

This was a saying between Boyd and me our freshman year at school, referencing the many chicks on South Campus in desperate need of a trim. And now it's in reference to myself. (Sorry but we are talking about hair on the head.) I'm using this space to justify what I've done in the last 12 months, albeit weakly. So I'm, um, running an experiment to see how long my hair can get while I live in Britain. And thus I'm cutting it twice a year during this two-year stint, which is actually more due to the fact that I can't find a place to cut it for less than $60.

Really, I just want to look like Gwyneth, aka, Cousin Itt.

See for yourself: